Kael’s POV
She was beautiful.
That was the first thought that slid into my mind as I stared at the photographs spread across my desk. Laura Brooks. Damien’s supposed mate.
The photos weren't some glossy print torn from a magazine; it was a high-resolution shot taken from a distance. I picked up one photo, she was stepping out of her house unaware she’d been captured. Brown hair glinting in the sun. Slim, delicate frame wrapped in a fitted blue blouse and black trousers. She looked like the kind of woman who’d never belong in our brutal world.
Jealousy spiked through me, sharp and hot. Why did he have to meet her first? Why does Damien always get the best—always?
My fingers tightened around the edges of the photograph until it bent.
I’ve hated Damien Blackwood for as long as I can rem
